The Hatters - Money текст песни

Brany-money minimum
Mini-mini-mini-mini minimum
See my duffle, try my booze
Share it all, but don’t abuse
Tinted windows, loaded gun
I don’t keep the change for fun
La, la-la-la, la, la!
Brany-money's everywhere
I don’t even really care
Chocking chicks in public bath
For my life is not a big surprise
Now I’ve got my own way
For that shit I do not pay
La, la-la-la, la, la!
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!)
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!) La, la-la-la, la, la!
Give me your money! Money! (Wooh-uh!)
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!) La, la-la-la, la, la!
(One, two, three, four)
Brany-money minimum
In my dirty pocket’s endless gloom
Look man I’m still rockin' out
Party, party, party, party, never doubt
In the super market
Tryna find wall carpet
La, la-la-la, la, la!
Brany-money light my fire
Why does everybody fucking lie
If you wanna see the truth
Come to me, don’t be confused
Old school Russian gangster
Supermassive rave star
La, la-la-la, la, la!
Three stripes every day
Russian carpets all the way
I squat like Sergey
Kayf life, it’s a party
Money comes, money goes
Money comes, money goes
Like Twitter, I will follow you
Now scroll my body, I’m like really cool
(Touch my body)
Touch my body, (touch my body)
Touch my body, (touch my body)
(Touch my body)
Touch my body
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!)
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!) La, la-la-la, la, la!
Give me your money! Money! (Wooh-uh!)
Give me your money! (Wooh-uh!) La, la-la-la, la, la!
Give me your money!
La, la-la-la, la, la!
Give me your money!
Give me your money! La, la-la-la, la, la!